She dated her story three years ago, here's the woman raped by her husband's son.

On January 7th 2014, all of Durres and the whole public opinion were shocked, and a woman with tears in her eyes and panic declared that her husband and 17-year-old son, Peter Arapy's George, respectively, tried to kill her with hot water, while as punishment cut her hair physically and morally assaulting her 39-year-old.

The raped woman was Vojsawa Arapi, the mother of two boys who lived in the middle of the former Cheenta area, in a rented apartment while working in a tailor.

After reporting to the police, her husband ended up in prison; so did the older teenage son who raised his hand against his mother.
After a short time, the boy was released from prison after the apology he asked his mother for a haircut, while the Parliament's women deputies, but local women's and government associations also promised many to the mother of two children who had come from the village of Sarr of Mirdi in the area of the former country.

But where the woman, who was in great economic trouble, ended up with only her tailoring wages, kept the breaths of three people and paid for the house for rent.

Vojsawa is one of the few Albanian immigrants who have taken asylum in Germany.
Along with the two boys, Vojsawa Arapi addressed the German state seeking asylum and now lives there as a asylumr.

The news was made known by her lawyer in Durres, Alexander Ndajaj.

Following his husband's arrest and conviction, Vojsawa continued to work in the tailor and was divorced by George.

The interview that shocked public opinion 3 years ago:

They wanted to slaughter me, I stayed like silent chicken with frozen blood between their saddles. Except for God. I am a believer. We'll make the boy say it. The 11-year-old little boy pleaded. I cried, and I didn't make a sound, because even my voice disturbed them. Now I'm scared. If they get out of prison, I know they're gonna kill me. That's how she started her confession to Vojsawa Arap, 39-year-old girl who escaped the violence of the boy Peter and his husband Gergit, only by beating and cutting his hair.

Wojsawa your son and husband have accused you of coming home late. That's why you cut your hair. What is truth?

The truth is, I came home early. The Mass is just over. I went to work every day Sunday at 6: 30 a.m. Thirty minutes is the road. Since we had work until 10 p.m., the owner gave me permission to leave at 9: 00 p.m. every Sunday in Mass. I was home at 11 and 15, and at 11 and 45. I was doing my work until the man came from 1: 00 p.m. That day he had taken a family here to the ex-Kenette to dig pits to put up concrete grapes. It took me by 1:30. We both worked, dug holes.

When did the fight begin?

When we got home, he started fighting. He told me why I had left work sooner. Which man I'd been with. I said, come check on the owner and the job, where I was with who I was. He used to swear at me. He shot me in the face. Shortly thereafter, the boy came. They both did. First the boy was counting on me. Tell me who you were with. He shot me with a gun to my head.

Then what?

The man took the knife to stab me. They both said to kill him, slaughter him. My little boy was crying and praying that they would not kill me. My son shot me and my husband shot me. Then the idea came up to cut my hair. The little boy begged you not to kill Mom and cry too much.

What did you do?

I couldn't make a sound. Only the little one cried. They were two, I was one. I was terrified, lettuce. I told you, why did you kill me? I'm feeding you and keeping you and you kill me?

How did it happen that you cut your hair?

As my son hit me with a ristel, the idea of my hair cut. They were looking for scissors. We don't have scissors in the house. The boy took the bread knife and was cutting my hair off. Then the man came and asked me to take the wheel car and wait, that's embarrassing us. A razor cut my hair. I had them long down the middle. They opened their hair all over the house. I didn't make a sound.

How did you get rid of them?

After they cut my hair, they went out about five minutes. I was afraid of going out. They came in and told me to pick up my hair in a bag and take it out. They sat here in the room. I gathered them in a bag and just got out and ran to the police. I was so afraid that if I got caught, I knew they'd kill me. I was going to the police, a van was coming to the neighborhood. The 11-year-old little boy, terrified to meet me, had called the police, coming home. When they realized that I was gone, they broke the TV out of anger. He was thrown into the apartment and torn to pieces.

Did they rape you before?

Many times. Both husband and son have raised hands on me. I told them I would report to the police. I'm so moved that they didn't know that I shouldn't be violated as a mother. I worked for them, fed them, cooked them, held them, and wanted to kill me. They even falsely accused me. The man is jealous of me.

Why did he display signs of jealousy?

He told me he left in the night and I don't know where he's going.

I leave at 6 and 30 a.m. to work, because I work in iron, hard work. I would say, "Come and join me at work," but he never came. He didn't wake up so fast. At my salary, I paid the rent $70,000. Even the food. I also bought them tobacco, and they accused me of being the man who gave it to me. I thought I couldn't even buy my own underwear.

Was your husband working?

No, he was unemployed. Neither he nor the boy.

Vojsawa the boy has expressed regret in the police for the act he committed. Will you excuse him?

You don't forgive her or her husband. Who's that guy with a hand in his hand beating his mother? How could he embarrass me? Not even my husband forgives him, but I'm so afraid that when they get out they'll kill me. Now I only have one son.

Are you believers?

The church has helped me not only spiritually but also materially. Only God saved me from their clutches. The nuns have provided me with food, even money, for a bag of flour. I believe in God and everyone knows that. I go to church every Sunday for Mass, because the other day I'm at work.

Vojsawa, when you got married, where did you live?

I married the writer 20 years ago. For 15 years I lived in the village of Sarri, Mirdithe. We've been living in Lach, Lezha, Durres for rent. The man was unemployed, I worked.

Do you have an appeal?

I just want to be let live with the little boy. I don't want much of life, just so those two don't kill me. I know if he gets out of jail alive he won't let me. /Applause